作词 : Eric Winter/Traditional
 作曲 : Eric Winter/Traditional
One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany
Eight great football players conceded victory,
Eight men will never play again who met destruction there,
The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester
Matt Busby’s boys were flying home, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family, all masters of their trade,
The pilot of the aircraft and the skipper Captain Thain,
Three times they tried to take off and twice turned back again.
The third time down the runaway disaster followed close,
There was slush upon that turn light and the aircraft never rose,
It ran upon the marshy ground, it broke, then overturned.
And eight of the team were killed when the blazing wreck burned.
The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of the crew,
And also sporting journalists who with United flew,
And one of them was big Frank Siwft who'll never sure forget
The finest english 'keeper to ever grace the net
Oh England's finest football team it's record truly great
It's proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate
Eight men will never play again who met destruction there
The flowers of English football the flowers of Manchester